Black Snake coiled around the mouth of the well. Once he had encircled it completely, the Thunder Force coursing through his body abruptly clashed with the icy chill seeping from below, even producing faint hisses.
The sun blazed overhead, and the well's mouth was now completely sealed, more thoroughly than any formation could have managed.
His primordial spirit suddenly left his body, taking human form atop the weathered stones of the well's rim.
He folded his arms across his chest without lowering his head, merely casting his eyes downward, his gaze still and indifferent as he watched the dust and smoke churning in the pitch-black depths. A breeze passed, setting the sparse weeds swaying together and gently stirring his coarse cloth clothes. He glanced up at the sky. Xiao Yu circled high overhead, her five-colored wings flickering in and out of sight in the sunlight.
He sniffled, and a longsword formed at his waist.
He took one step forward.
With that single step, he crossed the boundary between yin and yang, his figure sinking into the churning murk as he entered the Underworld alone to hunt the Ghost King.
At any time, such an act spelled dire peril.
A living being would be hampered at every turn in the Underworld. Anyone with a shred of reason would never do this. Even long-established cultivators would have to calculate the possibilities over and over and assemble helpers before daring to act, yet Jin Si had gone ahead and done precisely that.
The Ghost King would surely be surprised.
The old man lurking in the shadows, so fond of manipulating pawns and scheming against people's hearts, probably could not have foreseen this move either.
Only by doing the unexpected could he avoid falling into a trap.
While his opponent was still guessing the